One of those words which is a bit like a butterfly. The more you try to catch it, pin it down, it escapes but leave it alone and it might come to you.

Watching a blind girl the other day at the memorial union bonding with her dog, looking at the mutual love that they seemed to share, was truly beautiful.

Watching a group of differently abled children training to play basketball with a coach who was approaching this task with the same earnestness and care as he would if it were an NBA team.

Some wintry evenings, the evening sun streams its golden rays, the snow on the ground reflecting the sunlight brilliantly, creating a feeling of utmost joy and satisfaction.

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